Who is this Kelly Reid person?

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Hey. 
Hello. 
Hi.
I'm guessing you have arrived at this page because you want to know what I'm all about. What my little corner of the internet is about, what I'm for.
Let's see what we can do to give you an insight into the life and mind...:)


I'm Kelly. 
I'm 33. 

I'm rarely happier than when I have my camera in my hands, and I completely love doing something creative every day. Its good for the soul.  I have been taking photographs for just over a year.

My Husband, Known in some circles as The Beautiful Hairy Man, (Okay, It's just me) bought me a DSLR in January 2011, being the ABSOLUTE LEGEND OF A MAN that he is, and I have been hooked ever since.

I threw myself headfirst into a 365 project in Feb 2011 and started a 100 Strangers Project in Feb 2012. 

This is my little photographic journey. 
Come too ... :) 
     

I love taking photographs, looking at photographs and being inspired by beautiful photographs. 

I love the way a photograph can take a single moment, an expression, a look, a split second; and make it something permanent. Something forever, to treasure, which can transport you right back to that moment whenever you look at it.

Here's what I look like. (Once in a blue moon.)
I wasn't gonna choose a baaad photo was I?? Ha.
Usually I look a lot LOT worse than this, on the school run with no make up on, battered old converse and glitter and glue in my hair.

                          

RANDOM FACT, ANYONE?          


I'm very rarely coaxed out of my beloved converse and jeans.

I can't walk in heels, and resemble some sort of newborn Bambi when I try, only much less cute. 

I smoke too much, and have the tendency to swear like a sailor after 7pm.



This is mainly because I am Mary Poppins from 7am-7pm.


I love music, and sticky carpeted pubs.

I'm the clumsiest person on the planet with the exception of Mr Stuart Reid, owner of my heart, who stole my title when he burnt his foot badly on....a rogue potato.

I once fell off the back of a bus in the middle of Oxford Street.

I can't sing, but do anyway, loudly, regardless.

Accidentally stepping on a snail can ruin my day. (I'm pretty sure the snail will have also had better days..)

Despite at least 10 years of practise, I still can't apply fake tan without looking like I have been attacked by an army of teabags.

I struggle with conversation for at least 10 minutes after i wake up, and need a caffeine and a nicotine injection in order to morph into a relatively normal human being.


I steal my children's Haribo while they sleep.


I love charity shops.

I wish I weighed a stone less and wore a size 8.

I don't wish that enough to stop eating my children's Haribo.

I start laughing at random moments, for reasons best known to myself.


I cry at adverts.


I'm shamelessly addicted to Pinterest and to Instagram. 

I have to fight the urge to sing out loud, or do a funny sort of dance-y-walk when I'm listening to my ipod walking down the street. 

I. Lose. Everything. Phones seem to be my particular favourite. Bankcards and Keys are also popular with me.

I'm living in sunny Bushey, with my husband The Beautiful Hairy Man who also happens to be my soul mate, and our two beautiful boys, Dylan (7) and Boo (5) who I am crazy in love with. 
It's a happy life, and I'm a happy Kelly.


Meet the men in my life: